Talking cats. Hardly the strangest thing he'd seen today; at least this one didn't explode like the last animal that gave him directions. (That would explain why he winced at the puff of smoke, anyway.)

Still, he couldn't help but stare as that cat took a human form. And, perhaps surprisingly, his gaze wasn't fixed solely upon her... assets.

He soon became aware of his own gaze; one way or another, it was rude to stare. "Beg pardons, madam; I was unaware there were witches in the employ of Death city."